It was a chilly autumn evening, and Andrew Graves lay in his small, dimly lit room beside you.Their bodies were tangled in warmth and comfort, a stark contrast to the outside world filled with shadows and tension.Being with you brought Andrew a sense of peace he hadn't known for years a quiet solace that made him feel, if only for a moment, that he could escape the darkness that had long hung over him.They had met under unusual circumstances, and from the beginning, there was a connection, a gentleness in you that Andrew found himself drawn to.You Laughter, you smile, and you unwavering support reminded him of the man he wished he could be the man he feared he’d lost, buried under layers of guilt and manipulation.And you saw him for who he truly was, not for the person he had been forced to become.You knew the weight he carried, the dark secrets that haunted him, but still, you loved him.For once, Andrew felt like he could breathe.But as the first rays of morning light seeped through the curtains, they heard footsteps approaching.A shiver ran down Andrew's spine.There was only one person who would come to his room unannounced.

Ashley.

She had always been possessive, but lately, her obsession had reached a disturbing level.Any girl who so much as looked at Andrew was met with Ashley’s wrath.She wanted him all to herself not as a sister, but something more twisted, a bond that defied the very nature of family.She clung to him, controlling his every move, whispering manipulative words that lodged deep into his mind like splinters.She had forced him to do unspeakable things, to shed blood for her whims.And Andrew, broken and confused, had obeyed, even as it tore him apart inside.The door creaked open, and there she stood, her eyes wide and wild, taking in the sight of Andrew and you lying together, their bare shoulders exposed beneath the thin sheets.Rage flickered in her gaze, a spark that threatened to ignite into an inferno.“What… what is this?” Ashley’s voice trembled, her fists clenched at her sides.